It’s hard to distinguish individual songs within the cramped, rumbling ball of sound they make onstage. It does what heavy music does best: It creates vibrations so powerful I can feel my clothes shake and pressure build in my guts.

The tale kicks off with your typical teens/young adults driving through the woods on a delightful, sunny day in cutesy, cartoonish fashion while they hilariously splatter a happy, little rabbit. This pretty much sets the precedent of the black humor we should expect from this throwback to late '70s/early '80s horror.

Last weekend, we were at the Sixth Annual Miami Loco Fest, which is when a bunch of drug addled freaks from Arizona's arts scene takes over a small mining town some 90 miles east of Phoenix called Miami.